Page 251 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 1

He gave a wicked grin. “C’mon. Let’s make up for lost time.”

Four hours later, Zach left, and Anna lay on the guest room bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to move. Zach had tied her down and had used many cruel toys on her that he’d brought with him. He had spent hours doing incredibly painful things to her clit and pussy that included heat and electricity, and then fisted her with both hands. Her nipples were raw, and she had cuts up and down her legs and sides. He’d tied her ankles above her head and done the same to her ass before fucking her. Thankfully he’d untied her before he left. She was hoarse from screaming and prayed the walls were thick enough that Greg hadn’t heard.

Someone pounded on her door. “Anna!” It was Jenna.

Anna couldn’t respond, but hoped she’d go away, like Anna had told her to.

She heard a key in the lock and the door opened. The only people that had keys to her apartment were Alex and Devin. Who was coming in? She squeezed her eyes shut, terror shooting ice through her veins at the idea of Devin was coming in to finish her off. Would he kill her again? Someone called her name. A man. But it wasn’t Devin. And Alex was still in Germany. But the voice sounded familiar.

“Anna?” Who was with Jenna, and why did they have a key?

She closed her eyes. Whoever it was probably wouldn’t hurt her in front of Jenna. Maybe. But even if he was, there wasn’t anything she could do to stop him—whoever he was. She couldn’t move.

Her eyes drooped as a tall figure appeared in the doorway. A familiar face. Greg? How on earth had he gotten into her apartment? Did he have a key? Why did he have a key?

“Wha . . .” She flinched as he came near.

“Shh.” He gently brushed her hair back from her face. “It’s okay, Anna. I’ll take care of you.”

Anna’s head spun, and her eyes drooped again. Greg and Jenna spoke in urgent tones next to her, but their voices turned fuzzy. Blackness overtook her. Sweet, sweet blackness.

Chapter 119

Anna’s eyes fluttered open to the sight of the soft morning light dancing on the wall in front of her. She was still lying in her guest room bed, but someone had placed a soft blanket over her. Greg sat nearby in a chair he must have dragged in from the living room. Soft snores escaped his parted lips, and the morning shadows cast intriguing patterns on his handsome face.

His dark eyelashes caressed his cheeks, and his sculpted chin and cheeks created captivating contours. The gray t-shirt he wore clung to his well-defined chest and biceps, emphasizing his muscular physique. He was an undeniably good-looking guy.

A dark mark on the inside of his right forearm caught her eye. A tattoo? Something about it looked familiar. She sat up to take a closer look, and he stirred. “Good morning.” He stretched and yawned. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” She stared at the mark for a moment, then stood and walked over to him, but he crossed his arms as she approached. “What’s your tattoo?”

He looked at her, stony-faced. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Let me see it. Please.”

Greg shook his head. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t need to see it. Now forget about it.”

Anna narrowed her eyes. Why was he hiding it? She had a suspicion of what it was, and if it were true... She frowned. Why would Alex have someone moved in next door to her when he didn’t care about her? But she needed to find out if what she thought was true or not.

Seduction would help.

She smiled, slowly straddled his lap. She was still naked from the night before and made sure to slide her nipples right by his mouth as she sat down.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He leaned away, but she shook her head.

“Nothing.” She nuzzled his neck. “Don’t worry about it.” She ran her hands up his chest and kissed his neck, then nipped at his earlobe. He groaned and shifted in his seat. Taking his hands, she put them on her breasts and moaned as he caressed them with strong hands. Her hands trailed down his biceps, then his forearms. She took his right hand and turned it palm up so she could see his forearm.

It was a tattoo. About five inches long and consisted of a red striped, crowned, double-tailed lion holding a sword. The Kunzberg family crest. The same tattoo Seth had.

Something inside her snapped, unleashing anger she didn’t understand. She jumped to her feet and stabbed her finger at his face. “Why do you have Alex’s family crest on your arm?” Greg looked up at her, his eyes glassy. Anna huffed, then slapped him across the cheek.

“Ow! What the hell?” Greg glared at her. “Why’d you hit me?”

“Why do you have Alex’s crest on your arm?” she repeated.

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